Текст песни Фронт - Слепая Злоба

Hands without fingers, the motor without wine
The rotor of the stator, the stator without rotor
The lives of many, but only one death
Stop beating around the bush.
You're still young, but there ahead
You see only a bloody clouds
Until death is not much left - go,
But try to keep abruptly
Anger will help you survive, you will kill
It does not matter who, but the thread does not burn or cut through.
Morga cold light grope your skeleton
Gnawed by hordes of flies, someone will rise ...
The spirit gone, but still bone
Will crackle and break anger
A pile of bones - so whatever fate
This is for you and only you!
City underground domami- with crosses
Will you brought us.
Music of mourning, sadness Music
Hook the first, but and then let go.
Your anger will be no place
The tomb is quite damp and cramped.
Fear forced to kill you
Fear is found where the thread ends
Fear. You did not know he was looking for.
Fear. Pile of bones you have become.
But you need not be afraid, it's not scary as it may seem
I think the worms get along with you, as soon as possible to become a meal